return of the king

Phil returns to the Tor tomorrow. Finally. And I gotta say: he’s suspect. I’m a little suspicious of his new condition. This “operation” to repair his shoulder has me wondering what, excactly, was done to his body. And I’m letting him know, at the first sound of a mechanical whine or digital chirp I am outta there; to home with me. I’m not climbing with a robot. No, sir. That’s not even close to fair. Those of us without the means to mechanize can’t be expected to compete with that.